I saw this at the grocery store.
After a long Saturday night of drinking with your cousins (or drinking cheap Vodka at an art show), this seems like something Pep Pep and Nana would try to feed their grown 20-something-year-old Grandchildren.
On an early Sunday morning? Hours before an LA Morning, which starts at noon? Really Pep Pep? Really Nana?
It’s all a little too much for me, and I’m the guy at the Coffee Table with his own Bloody Mary in his shirt pocket.
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